“Who do you think he works for?” I asked as I took the cane from her.
“Not mine.”
“Then mine?” I concluded.
“I don’t think so.” She turned, grabbed my prescription bag and took the phone she had given to me, tucking it into my sweat pants pocket.
I winced as her hand was helluva close to a spot that would make me a bit too happy… I shook my head. “Then who?”
“An assassin,” she said as she stepped in next to me and tucked herself under my arm.
“Looking for me?”
“No, he is looking for me.” She headed us over to the door. She had to be strong or she’d been endowed with great arm strength as she had the pack, the small suitcase and me under her arms now.
“Órale, now you have a story to tell me, woman.”
She shushed me and raised her phone to look at it.
I leaned in close and saw she had camera feed to the hallway outside of the door we were at. She had tapped into the hotel feed? “How in the fuck?”
Shrugging, she said, “I have some skills.”
“Huevo…Hell yeah, you have.”
Opening the door, she paused to look back and forth. Then she moved me out and we headed down the hallway. I moved as fast as I could and I wasn’t as weak as I thought I’d be.
She got us to an elevator when suddenly, she pushed me to the carpet and raised her gun. She let off a shot.
I looked up from the floor and saw a man drop. The fake bell hop. Looking up, I noted she had a small silencer on her gun. She had been well prepared for a public battle for sure. I struggled to rise and used the corner of the wall to pull myself up.
She again got under my shoulder as the elevator doors opened.
A man stepped out.
Selena swung her other arm out clipping him under the chin with the butt of the gun. Then she pushed him out to the floor. Jumping into the elevator with me, she tapped the button.
The doors shut with a smooth click.
I looked over at her. “I think I love you,” I whispered in awe.
She tucked a long lock of her hair back up into her ponytail then looked over at me. With a smirk, she shook her head.
“I mean damn, where in the hell did you learn all of that?”
“Best training in the world from La Avispa.”
I did a shocked doubletake of her face and laughed. “Santa mierda. The Wasp. Of course, you were trained by the best female assassin in the business!”
The elevator opened and she peered out at the parking garage. Then she stepped out and dragged me with her. I’d lost my cane back on the hotel floor but I found I didn’t really need it. We made our way across the pavement.
Looking back and forth cautiously she kept her head on a swivel as they called it. This could be a dangerous area because there were too many places to hide.
I also kept looking around.
Finally, we came to a small sedan. She opened the doors with the key fob and I got in while waving her help away.
Going around, she hopped into the driver’s side. She drove out and we left.
